Poem by Stephen Crane

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With eye and with gesture
You say you are holy.
I say you lie;
For I did see you
Draw away your coats
From the sin upon the hands
Of a little child.
Liar!

1. The successful man has thrust himself
2. I stood upon a highway
3. A man toiled on a burning road
4. On the horizon the peaks assembled
5. Two or three angels

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